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Stanley creeped further into the dark alley, spying the person at the end. He approached them and asked with faked confidence,
"You got the goods?”
They respond, "Yeah, I got the goods. You got the money?"
Stanley took out his wallet from his pocket, taking out a $20, and handing it to the mysterious man.
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Stanley sat on the toilet, uncomfortably tugging as he tried to yank out the tampon.
“This shit was not worth $20”, he thought to himself.
He gave one final yank, revealing a Slightly Used Tampon. As he replaced it, he threw it away, annoyed with it. Walking out of the room, the Slightly Used Tampon fell out of the trash, and rolled away.
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Stanley hadn’t changed his tampon in several hours, and he knew he should have. In his defense; he was distracted by his boyfriend talking about his new book. He loved hearing The Narrator speak, especially how passionate he was about his books, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him. The way his face lit up, and how his eyes unfocused as he joyfully described the newest additions. Stanley could easily sit and listen for hours… That was besides the point, he needed to change his tampon. Excusing himself, he headed to the bathroom.
Revealing a Heavily Used Tampon, he tried to refrain from gagging while throwing it away. He once again replaced the tampon, without paying attention to it once it was in the trash.
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The Narrator’s head rested on Stanley’s chest, clearly asleep. Stanley gently picked up his sleeping boyfriend, carrying him to the bed they shared. Giving him a kiss on the forehead, he yet again excused himself to the bathroom.
Used to this by now, he yanked out another tampon. He threw it away, tired of how these tampons were made so cheaply.
Heading to him and his Narrator’s shared bed, gently cuddling him until he was awake enough. The Narrator let out a hum in response
“I’m going to the store, love,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “I’m just letting you know.”
The Narrator pressed his lips to Stanley’s, gently pulling away sleepily, “Thank you for letting me know, Stanley.”
He smiled, leaving The Narrator on his own.
Hearing a gentle rolling sound, and growling, The Narrator turned to find a horrid sight.